Little Lolitas

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raywildaol.com======================================== Arnold and
Sam sat Mr. Ridell on the bench just outside the shower room then
Arnold began to undress Samantha, taking the bottom of her T-shirt
and lifting it slowly over her head. Underneath this was a work-out
bra that held her breasts tightly in place. This he raised over her
head as well, revealing her beautiful breasts; cone shaped and
standing out proudly from her chest, the tips of them covered with
large nipples that immediately rose to erection as they came in
contact with the cooler air. Arnold stared at them, drinking them
in. He had never had breasts this mature within his grasp before.
His eyes flicked momentarily up to Sam's face. She nodded in
encouragement, the look in her eyes reminding him of the lesson
just learned out on the gym floor. Arnold reached up with one hand
and tentatively ran his finger tip down the slope of her right
breast, tracing the inner edge down into the cleavage. As his hand
moved under the breast he cupped it in his palm and raised it up to
his waiting mouth. His tongue snaked out from between his lips and
touched the very tip of her erect nipple. Her short intake of
breath momentarily startled him, but a quick glance up, their eyes
meeting and locking, told him that he was doing fine. He slowly
circled the nipple with his tongue, growing a bit more insistent, a
bit more bold each time around. Finally his tongue spiraled in
again, but this time he withdrew his tongue, parted his lips and
took the nipple into his mouth. Sam purred with pleasure as the
sensation spread throughout her body. His kiss became more
persistent until he had worried the nipple into an aching state of
erection. He sensed she had reached some sort of plateau and so
moved over to the other breast, repeating the process. His tongue
traced the inner and outer reaches of both breasts, sending thrills
of passion ringing through her body. She raised her hands to his
head and ran her fingers through his long brown hair. As she became
more captivated by his ministrations her hands roamed down to his
neck and out to his broad shoulders. She caressed his deltoids and
upper arms, dragging her fingernails slowly, gently, across the
taut second skin of his shirt. Her fingertips worked their way up
under the shirt sleeves and she began to knead the firm muscles
beneath. He sensed she was eager to touch his bare skin and stood
back up. She ran her hands down his sides and pulled the bottom of
his shirt up over his head with the same slow movements he had
removed hers with. As he raised his arms over his head to allow her
to remove his shirt she stopped for a moment, taking in the massive
physique before her. His skin was fresh and clear. His arm pits
sprouted small tufts of hair that seemed almost lost in the vast
expanse of muscle that faced her. She brought her lips to him and
slowly kissed each armpit, reveling in the heady odor of his body.
She knew they were going to shower together so she wanted to take
the opportunity to gather as many smells of him as he could. She
made a point of smelling several areas of his chest and arms,
hoping that when it came his turn he would not overlook this
important sense. She drew the shirt the rest of the way over his
head and he dropped his arms to his side. His pecs were round and
pronounced, pumped up from the afternoon's work-out. She traced his
nipples with her fingernails, occasionally pinching them just a
bit, enjoying the small mewls of pleasure which escaped his lips.
She placed her own lips on each nipple, sucking them into her
mouth, her tongue teasing them, quickly flipping back and forth
across them. He tensed with each lash of her tongue and his
pectorals became larger and larger as he flexed them in reaction to
her attentions. He had never experienced anything like this, had
never realized that his own nipples could be such a center of
pleasure. She thrilled at the feeling of the huge, smooth muscle
beneath Little Lolitas the skin. She ran her hands
over his pecs and then traced her tongue along the line where they
curved under to meet his abdomen. As she did this he released a
sigh that vibrated with sexual energy. She could tell they were
both reaching a state where neither of them were going to have much
control. She decided she had better steer their actions towards
getting the rest of their clothes off before they got too involved
and forgot about the rest of their bodies. In the back of her mind
she remembered this was supposed to be a learning experience for
their young friend. Sam stepped back and studied the beautiful body
in front of her. She also allowed him to do the same. She hoped he
was able to absorb what was happening on several different levels
so he might be able to use this experience to his advantage later
on. She could see he was watching her every move, tuning into the
smallest nuance of her actions. If he were able to continue that
for the rest of this afternoon she was sure that this would,
indeed, be one that none of them would forget. She waited. It was
his turn. He ran his eyes over her body, drinking in the
mind-boggling sight. His brain was flooded with a torrent of
sensations, and he tried to assimilate all the information it was
taking in, but after a while, gave up and decided to sort it all
out later. He leaned forward and placed his face on the top of her
head and breathed in deep, taking in the smell of her hair. She
smiled to herself. "He learns fast," she thought. His hands ran
through her long bundle of hair then removed the band which held it
in place. She reached behind her neck and raised up her arms,
spreading her hair out in a golden fan as it slipped over them.
When she had extended her arms straight up he leaned down and took
in the thick aroma of her armpits. He realized how important smell
was to sex and vowed to take in as many of her smells as possible.
There was one smell which kept attracting his attention. He wasn't
sure where it was coming from but thought that if he moved around
enough he would be able to zero in on it. He started to breath in
deeply through his nose, moving his head from side to side, up and
down, coming closer and closer to her mid-section. He discovered it
was coming from her crotch. He slowly pealed her shorts away,
revealing the tuft of blonde pubic hair just below her flat,
muscular stomach. He took a moment to study her belly button,
worrying it just a bit with his tongue. The reaction he got was
pleasantly surprising and so he renewed his efforts which were
rewarded by a wonderful purring sound emanating from her throat.
She had hoped he would take the initiative to remove the rest of
her clothing. Sometimes young men reached this stage and became
nervous, a kind of performance anxiety. If they went any further
than this they were committing themselves. What if they weren't
able to perform? Or they might end up looking foolish. The fact
that he had set off on his own here was encouraging. He didn't have
any expectations of himself or her. He seemed to be going from
moment to moment, gathering the experience as he went. His brief
foray into her belly button told her he was not aiming for a
particular goal, but was taking time to be open to as much as
possible. She loved having her bellybutton kissed. Having pulled
her shorts down this far the thick, deep odor he had been seeking
came pouring out. This was the most intense thing he had ever
smelled. It rang in his head, triggering thoughts too complicated
to make sense of. Images and feelings flashed through his mind. He
suddenly felt like some animal, chasing through the brush on the
trail of an odor so strong he could actually see it. Its power
driving him beyond his control. The basic mating instinct had
driven all his ancestors before him, down through the millennium,
and was moving his actions in the same, if subtler, ways. He pulled
her shorts the rest of the way down her muscular legs and the smell
made him collapse to his knees in front of her. She spread her legs
a bit and he knew he has being invited in. This was the place he
had heard of so many times. That mythical spot where a man's dreams
and desires were fulfilled or destroyed. He was at the gateway to a
great mystical palace, its secrets about to be revealed to him.
Would he be up to the challenge of the sphinx? Sam sensed his
hesitation and hoped that he wasn't going to choke up on her now.
She was so turned on that the inner surfaces of her thighs were
damp with her flowing juices. Thoughts of his massive cock, so
recently ensconced in her mouth, made her wet with desire. She
spread her legs a bit more, inviting him to explore. She had
thought that, perhaps, he had gotten this far with a woman before.
But it appeared that he was not at all familiar with the lay of the
land. If his inquisitiveness continued to thrive however, she had
no doubt he would be able to work through this puzzle as well.
Arnold raised his hand toward her pubic hair, listening very
carefully to her breathing pattern. He ran his hand up her leg, the
muscles tensing seductively in response to his touch. The closer he
got to that golden mound the more rapid her breathing became. He
sensed he has doing this right and was rewarded with a deep sigh as
his hand reached its destination. The hair was thick and wiry, not
at all like the hair on her head. He ran his fingers through it,
combing it up out of the way so as to see beneath it. He then
traced the outer boundaries of it, ending where it thinned out and
disappeared between her legs. This was the moment he had been
waiting for. The feeling of a woman's vagina had been explained to
him by his friends many times. He longed to experience the soft
lushness he had been told about. He also longed to see this "clit"
that was talked about so reverently. He wasn't quite sure what he
would be looking for; reports from the front had brought back
conflicting information. In fact, he was starting to doubt the
veracity of the messengers. It was quite possible some of them had
never really gotten this far. She now sensed his resolve, thrust
her hips forward to once again invite further explorations and
hoped he would be patient enough to discover all her secrets. Her
own first sexual partners had Little Lolitas never bothered
to look for, much less touch or directly stimulate, her clitoris.
They had equated sex purely with the idea of ramming the shit out
of her privates, squirting a teaspoon of cum inside her and asking
her if Little Lolitas it was as good for her as it had been
for them. She had hoped, on those occasions, that it had been as
bad for them as it had been for her. She was sure, though, that
Arnold was going to be very different. His sense of exploration and
attention to her own reactions was an encouraging sign. She just
wished he would figure out where to put his finger. The gap between
her legs seemed the place to go. He ran his finger down into the
crevasse, coming suddenly into a moist hot area that sent tingles
through his mind. It was so soft, so pliant. The folds of flesh
enveloped his finger as he slowly explored the area. Every time he
moved it sent another shudder of pleasure through Sam's body. Her
legs parted more and he reached further in. She thought he might
not go back far enough and would miss her opening. He was so
tentative, so shy with his search. She knew this was out of respect
for her anatomy, but her patience, that thing she had lectured him
about out on the gym floor not fifteen minutes ago, was wearing
quite thin. Suddenly his finger was lodged inside her and a joyful
explosion of emotional release ripped through her body. She ran her
hands over her breasts and abdomen, sustaining the thrill of his
actions. He suddenly found a place where the whole world seemed to
sink into oblivion. He moved his finger toward it and found it
buried up to the first knuckle. She moaned. He moved in a bit
deeper and she moaned again. He looked up to her for confirmation
that this was the right thing to do, but her head was thrown back,
her eyes shut, her hands roaming over her abdomen and breasts,
stimulating them. The thought suddenly occurred to him, "What if
this wasn't what I thought it was." He could be on his way up her
ass, instead. Then he thought about his own asshole and realized if
this was hers, she would have a hard time keeping everything from
just flowing out whenever it wanted to. He was relieved and renewed
his explorations, taking his cues from the deep moans she made each
time he moved his finger. He pulled out and started to explore the
area in front of her vagina. He spread the wonderful loose flesh
and peered up under the bush of pubic hairs until he saw what he
thought looked like a small nugget of skin. Slowly, careful to make
sure that his finger always remained moist, he moved towards this
tiny nodule. If he was right, and if the reports were accurate, one
touch of this small button would send her swooning into orgasm. His
finger brushed nearer and nearer. Her breathing became shorter and
shorter in expectation. He touched it. She let out a small cry. Not
quite what he had expected, but it definitely seemed to Little
Lolitas have an affect. He touched it again, lingering a
moment, rubbing it. This time the small cry was accompanied by a
shudder. The small bud began to grow. He realized it was actually
hidden beneath a hood of skin and pulled it up to reveal the entire
thing. He then had a thought. If sticking his tongue into her
bellybutton had such an affect on her, imagine what sticking his
tongue in here would do. He moved his mouth closer. Just before he
stuck his tongue out he breathed in deeply. The smell made him
swoon, exhaling hot breath directly on the surface of her mons. She
moaned and her knees weakened. He breathed out again and she said
"Oh, my God!" He stuck out his tongue and touched the small nub.
She grabbed the sides of his head, hissed a long, sibilant "yes"
and sank to the tiled floor. Sam spread her legs wide, knees bent,
and entreated him with her gaze to continue his oral discoveries.
Arnold darted his tongue again and again at the small nodule, each
time eliciting a moan or sigh or some comment which emboldened him.
He tried to keep the verbal responses coming but couldn't seem to
find a corollary between what he did and how Sam reacted. After a
while he gave up and just enjoyed the overall pleasure which he
knew he was giving her. One thing was obvious. Little
Lolitas There was a direct connection between her level of
pleasure and the amount of wetness. Every once in a while he would
send his finger back into the deep cavern and would be surprised at
the amount of juices flowing in there. Her reactions kept
increasing and he found that a kind of cycle was being formed. The
more he licked, the more she moaned. The more she moaned, the more
he was driven to lick. He knew, from his own experiences with
orgasms, where this was all leading, but try as he might, he
couldn't quite figure out where this huge erection he was sporting
came into the picture. Time and again Mr. Ridell had told him how
happy this huge cock of his was going to make the women of the
world, and he knew there were an awful lot of women who had
expressed a desire to experience his erection, and he had a fair
idea that, when it finally got around to being the right time he
was going to put his raging hard-on up that wonderful hole he had
been sending his finger into. All these things he knew. What he
couldn't figure out was when it was supposed to happen. Would she
tell him? Would some secret compartment in his brain open up and
announce to him, "Now, dummy!"? He was afraid he was going to miss
his opportunity completely. Or worse yet, get it wrong and this
whole wonderful experience would disintegrate into a huge moment of
embarrassment. He wasn't going to worry about it at the moment,
though, because something important seemed to be happening. Sam's
thighs were spreading wider, her hips were pressing against the
attack of his mouth, her cries and encouragements were becoming
more intense and his need to lick and tweak and worry and agitate
and stimulate her tiny nub of flesh seemed to be reaching some sort
of pinnacle. He doubled his efforts and soon found himself buried
nose deep in her cunt just trying to hang on. Her cries became more
intense. In fact, if he hadn't known this was such a pleasant
experience for her he would have sworn he was hurting her. She kept
telling him not to stop, though, and he didn't think he could, even
if she had wanted him to. His need to reach the end of all this was
overpowering. Higher and higher they both went, Little Lolitas each feeding off the
other's pleasures until suddenly Sam's whole body contracted. Every
muscle stood out in detail as the first waves of orgasm ran through
her body. Again and again. Shot after shot of staggering
convulsions wracked her frame until he thought she wouldn't stop.
He kept up his licking of her clitoris and at one point the
shuddering started to subside for a second but then a second wave
hit, bigger than the first. She was practically screaming and the
pleasure this brought him drove him on, too. Finally, following one
last vibration of her body, she collapsed against the tiles. Her
breathing was very labored and she seemed to be not quite sure of
where she was. She looked down between her legs and saw him staring
back up at her, the question "Did I do that right?" in his eyes. Oh
my God, yes, did he do that right. She longed to hold him. She
stretched out her arms to him and he crawled up and straddled her
torso, his knees on the floor between her legs. "What was that?" he
asked. She couldn't help herself. She laughed. The puzzled look on
his face sobered her slightly and she answered his question. "That,
my dear Stud, was two orgasms back to back. At least I think there
were two. A third one might have sneaked in there somewhere." She
reached up and put her arms around his neck, pulling him down to
her. Their lips met and they kissed a long, deep kiss that went on
forever. Her hands were all over him. She ran them up the backs of
his arms, feeling the power of his triceps as they held him above
her. She ran them over his back and felt the huge sheets of muscle
there, then down around the front to his massive pecs, firm and
hard. He lowered himself down into her and began to grind his groin
into her cunt. Slowly, at first, and then picking up speed. Where
no direction had been given, nature had taken over. There was just
one problem. She was lying on a cold tile floor and a small piece
of grit had been digging into her back for the past five Little
Lolitas minutes. Besides, she had just experienced not one, but
two, seismic orgasms and didn't think her body could take another
one just yet. It was certain that once that massive erection of his
was inside her she would be experiencing orgasms like she never had
before. She placed her hands on the fronts of his shoulder and
pressed him up off her. The look on his face was devastating. It
was a mixture of sexual frustration coupled with fear that he had
been doing something wrong. "I'm sorry, my dear Stud, but we're
going to have to find a more hospitable location before we continue
our explorations." They both looked over at Mr. Ridell, who had
been observing the proceedings, to see if he could suggest a better
spot. He told them to take a shower and he'd be back in a minute.
He left with a feeling of purpose, so the two lovers trusted he had
something definite in mind. They took him up on his suggestion and
jumped in the shower. Sam was already naked, but Arnold still had
his briefs and thong on. Sam removed them for him and then stood
back to admire the view. She had never, ever seen such a wonderful
collection of body parts. Sure, there were many guys at the gyms
she worked-out at whose muscles were far bigger than Arnold's, but
that was only one part of the picture. The attention paid to
symmetry in his development helped balance the total image. His
gorgeous features were textbook classic without being trite or
clich�. Then there was, of course, his
magnificent genitals. The shaft was still thick and rigid, the head
inflamed and dangerous looking. His balls were proportional to the
rest of him and she suddenly had the thought of this huge cock
hanging from the groin of some ninety-eight pound weakling. What if
he hadn't started body building? What would this all look like now?
The final part of the picture was the person she had come to know
over the past few hours. There certainly was a physical attraction,
and their common pasts seemed to do a lot for helping them
understand each other's personal needs. The bond they shared
through their friend, Mr. Ridell, was enough to forge a life long
relationship, had a wiser way not been seen. But all of these
things did not take into account the wonderful, sweet, sensitive
person she had found him to be. This, more than anything physical,
was what now drew her to him, in direct conflict with her own plans
for this relationship. She feared she might not be able to let go
of this gentle soul when the time came. She hoped she would be
strong enough.
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